Thursday, October 4, 2012

Four walls closing in on me.
Why is it never more? Why is it always four?
Is there something I am missing?
Maybe I need a new room.
One with rounded corners and no sharp edges.
One that will cradle and coddle me, so the wounds in my back will fade.
Time will heal them. Regret will scar them. Experience might help me ignore them.
But these walls? These walls bear witness.
And I cringe at the story I have told them.

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: This somehow didn't turn into fiction. Yeah. Way to go poetry....ho-hum. ^_^

Author's Ramblings: It took me a while to get this one finished--and as promised, there isn't anything 'fantasy' about it. ^...

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Sara is an Indie Author writing both inspirational Fiction and Faith-filled Fantasy. She is a graduate of the Christian Writer's Guild and holds a B.A. in English from state university. She has written over two-hundred short stories and is published in anthologies, inspirational newsletters and e-zines.